Dunluce Castle
The Rope Bridge. Monique holding on for dear life.
Clockwise from top left: The Mussenden Temple; Daniel standing in a four hundred year old fireplace at Dunluce Castle; The Downhill Demesne
The Causeway Coastal route really was a sensational place to spend a
long weekend. Being in the Irish countryside really is good for the
soul…getting stuck behind tractors is par for the course, and real men wear gumboots
(as opposed to London, where they’re now the height of fashion for gents as
they go for a weekend stroll through boutique shops).
Some other highlights included…
> Braving a rope bridge that connected a small island with the
mainland in howling wind. It was genuinely nerve racking as the narrow, flimsy
bridge swayed wildly from side to side in the howling gale. We did our best not
to look down to the jagged rocks and pounding waves below. Monique didn’t cope
so well, having inherited several generations worth of acrophobia.
> Seeing the ruined Dunluce Castle perched precariously on a
rocky outcrop. It made for quite a spectacular scene. It was fun to imagine Northern
Ireland’s elite living in what would have been an incredibly opulent castle.
> The Mussenden Temple – a small circular building perched on a cliff was built by a Bishop to be his personal library. We were surprised that the Bishop's home - the Downhill Demesne - had deteriorated so quickly, having only been abandoned in the 1940s.
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